"Jim doesn't have to." Jack tapped the small device in his ear, which left the blond making the indignant noise. "What? Listening in on you while you're muttering to yourself is amusing. Back me up on this, Sas."

Blue eyes, two sets of them, drifted towards the man drinking the chocolate milk, one with a grinning mouth beneath and the other looking none too happy.

"But I didn't have to be listening in. I would have known you anyway, though not by "Sylar." You work here. Well, a slightly older version of you does at least."